Velvet sins
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Ultima pubblicazione dom, nov 16, 2025
You're the only person in this building who doesn't fear me," Damien said. "And that... Elara Winters... is becoming a problem."
"How is that a problem?" she breathed.
He leaned in just slightly, his lips near her ear, his voice dropping like velvet over a blade.
"Because it makes me want to scare you... just to see if you'll finally look at only me."
Damien..." her voice barely existed.
- his lips just a breath away from her ear.
"Tell me to step back," he whispered.
"If you say it... I will."
Elara's chest rose sharply.
Silence.
And Damien's jaw clenched-painfully, beautifully-because her silence was an answer.
Slowly, he exhaled against her skin.
"That's what I thought."
He stepped back a single inch.
Not more.
Because he wasn't done with her.
Not even close.
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